Looking at Huangfu Wuji's slowly falling body, Ling Aotian suddenly remembered what he had said in the Oneiroi space, if he used his spirit attack, his soul would be shattered immediately.

"Huangfu senior!" Thinking of this consequence, Ling Aotian could no longer pay attention to the fake Dean who was still holding his head and screaming in place, and turned around and rushed towards Huangfu Wuji.

"Brother Ling, leave me alone, go deal with the fake Dean!" Huangfu Wuji opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Senior Huangfu, how are you?" Seeing Huangfu Wuji's waning aura, Ling Aotian asked eagerly.

"I used a spiritual attack, my soul has been shattered, go and deal with that guy Fu, don't let him escape. After Huangfu Wuji finished saying this with difficulty, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Huangfu senior!" Ling Aotian's sad cry failed to make Huangfu Wuji open his eyes again.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" A violent aura emanated from Ling Aotian's body, and he turned around sharply and rushed towards Fake Dean.

During the time when Ling Aotian rushed towards Huangfu Wuji, Meng Ji also came to his senses, when he found out that Huangfu Wuji had sacrificed himself to save himself, his eyes instantly turned red, at this moment, he didn't care about his injuries, and roared angrily and rushed towards the fake Dean who was holding his head and screaming.

Since Huangfu Wuji was ambushed by Ling Aotian, the Phantom Demon King and the Ghost King didn't spend much time with him, so when they saw the fall of the other party, they didn't have much sadness, they just felt a little sorry for the loss of a master, but when they saw that Ling Aotian actually had such a big reaction to the fall of Huangfu Wuji, they began to murmur in their hearts: Could this Huangfu Wuji have a great background? Why does Ling Kid attach so much importance to him?

Thinking that Huangfu Wuji might not be what they saw, the two of them could no longer sit idly by, so they immediately sped up and rushed towards the fake Dean.

In less than a minute, four strong men had surrounded the fake Dean in the middle.

Because of the fall of Huangfu Wuji, the spiritual attack he had inflicted on Fake Dean naturally dissipated, and when several people surrounded Fake Dean, he had fully recovered.

"I'm going to kill you!" Tortured by Huangfu Wuji's mental attack, fake Dean looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, coupled with the fierce light in his eyes, people couldn't help but have a feeling of palpitations.

Fake Dean's killing intent is extremely strong, but Ling Aotian is not inferior to him, because of the fall of Huangfu Wuji, Ling Aotian can be said to hate fake Di, listening to Fake Dean's words full of killing intent, he did not hesitate, waved the remnant sword in his hand, and attacked Fake Dean.

Because the hearts of the two were full of killing intent, after colliding together, an earth-shattering battle naturally broke out.

Fake Dean's strength had reached the middle stage of the saint level, even compared to the Fengluo Pavilion Lord, he was only strong and not weak, at this moment, driven by the killing intent in his heart, his fierce attacks continued to attack towards Ling Aotian.

Ling Aotian's strength, although he would not suffer a loss when fighting against the powerhouses in the early stage of the saint level, and even had a slight advantage, however, the strength of the fake Dean had reached the middle stage of the holy level, compared to him, Ling Aotian was naturally slightly inferior, under his crazy attack, although Ling Aosheng waved the remnant sword in his hand to resist the opponent's attack, he was still beaten and retreated.

Fortunately, although Ling Aotian's strength was not as good as that of the fake Dean, they had an advantage in numbers, just when Ling Aotian and the fake Dean fought a few moves and were forced to retreat, Meng Ji arrived, without any words, Meng Ji directly waved the weapon in his hand, and attacked towards the fake Dean.

Although the strength of the fake Dean can crush Ling Aotian, however, after one more Meng Ji, his advantage has been cut away, and in the crazy attack of the two, he and the attack are no longer as sharp as before.

Just when the three of them were in full swing, the Phantom Demon King and the Ghost King also arrived, and seeing that the three of them had already been angry, the two of them did not hesitate at all, and rushed up directly, and besieged Fake Di with Ling Aotian and them.

This was a battle without suspense, under the siege of Ling Aotian and their saint-level powerhouses, after nearly a hundred rounds, Ling Aotian's remnant sword pierced through the chest of the fake Dean.

There is a way to miss a move, lose all the games, Ling Aotian's sword can be said to be the last straw that crushed the camel, because he was injured by Ling Aotian, the fake Dean immediately fell into passivity, and after fighting with everyone for more than ten rounds, the attack of the ghost king also fell on the fake Dean.

The fake Dean was really strong, but under the situation of being injured one after another, he still fought with everyone again for more than a hundred rounds, before he lost the ability to resist because he was too seriously injured, and was stabbed into the chest by Ling Aotian with a sword. 、

"Ahh

Finally killed the fake Dean! However, the few people in the audience did not have the slightest joy, and everyone's eyes fell on Huangfu Wuji's body, which had no breath at all.

"Huangfu senior!" Ling Aotian came to Huangfu Wuji's side in a sad mood.

And the people gathered around.

"Aotian, don't be too sad!" the Ghost King patted him on the shoulder, wanting to comfort him, but he couldn't find the right words.

The Phantom Demon King came to Huangfu Wuji, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when his eyes suddenly widened, looking at Huangfu Wuji, who was lying on the ground without breath.

"What's wrong?" Ling Aotian quickly discovered the Phantom Demon King's abnormality and hurriedly asked.

"Ling boy, how did Huangfu Wuji die?" the Phantom Demon King did not answer Ling Aotian, but instead asked about the cause of Huangfu Wuji's death.

"His soul was so badly damaged that he couldn't use a spiritual attack, but in order to save Meng Ji's predecessor, he forcibly cast a spiritual attack, and his soul was completely shattered. Ling Aotian explained briefly.

"No, if his soul was all shattered, he would have completely disappeared by now, but I can clearly feel that he still has a faint soul fluctuation!"

Weak Soul Fluctuations?Ling Aotian was stunned, and then, he suddenly remembered that he had received a trace of Huangfu Wuji's spiritual imprint in the consciousness space.

Thinking of this, Ling Aotian's mind moved, and he directly entered the Oneiroi space, and at the same time as him, there was also the Phantom Demon King beside him.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?" Ling Aotian's Oneiroi space, the Phantom Demon King was considered to have revisited the old place, so when he found out that Ling Aotian had brought him to the Oneiroi space again, his face was a little ugly, at the beginning, Ling Aotian made him suffer a big loss.

Ling Aotian ignored the Phantom Demon King, and with a movement of his mind, he forced out the spiritual imprint of Huangfu Wuji that was contained in his body.

Seeing the spiritual imprint that belonged to Huangfu Wuji, the Phantom Demon King's face became a little weird, after all, his own spiritual imprint had also fallen into Ling Aotian's hands at the beginning.

"Stinky boy, no wonder Huangfu Wuji turned back so quickly, it turned out that he was also controlled by you!" "The thought of someone going through exactly the same thing as himself, a hint of schadenfreude appeared on the Phantom Demon King's face.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's take a look, is the soul fluctuation you sensed emanating from here?" Ling Aotian asked.

After the Phantom Demon King used his spiritual power to probe it, he nodded and said, "That's right, it's this soul fluctuation. ”

"Phantom, you say, with this trace of the spiritual imprint of the Emperor Fu's predecessor, is there a way to bring him back to life?" Ling Aotian asked with great anticipation.

"Alas!" the Phantom Demon King sighed, "If he can find a place to nourish his soul and put this spiritual imprint into it, he may be able to recover after tens of thousands of years of nourishment." ”

Ling Aotian was dumbfounded, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

"Phantom, is there really no other way?" Ling Aotian didn't give up, at the beginning, Huangfu didn't fail to achieve an extreme divine tribulation, but he was able to forcibly put the broken souls back together, "Can you think of a way to collect the souls scattered outside by Huangfu's predecessors and recondense them?"

"Recondense the soul?" the Phantom Demon King pondered for a while and said, "This, I can't help it, but you can ask the old guy of the Ghost King, that guy has lived for more than 20,000 years, he should be able to think of a way!"

Hearing the Phantom Demon King's words, Ling Aotian's heart became excited, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the Oneiroi space.

"Hey, kid, you take me out too!" Seeing that Ling Aotian didn't care about himself and left the Oneiroi space directly, the Phantom Demon King was anxious.

Ling Aotian hadn't left the Oneiroi space for too long, and after he went out to negotiate with the Ghost King, he took the Ghost King into the Oneiroi space.

"Aotian, what is the matter with you rushing me to your consciousness space?" the Ghost King asked.

Ling Aotian immediately explained the truth of the matter, and then brought out the wisp of Huangfu Wuji's spiritual imprint again.

The Ghost King didn't speak, quietly looked at the wisp of spiritual imprint that exuded a faint soul breath, and after a long time, he nodded and said: "The soul breath in Huangfu Wuji's spiritual imprint is relatively complete, through its guidance, if you want to find his scattered soul, I am somewhat sure, but if you want to condense the soul, I am afraid it can only depend on his will." ”

The words of the Ghost King raised a glimmer of hope in Ling Aotian's heart.

"Senior Ghost King, since this is the case, you can give it a try, the soul of the predecessor of Huangfu was broken before, and he could successfully condense, this time, he should be able to break through. "Since there is a glimmer of hope, Ling Aotian naturally will not give up.

The Ghost King nodded, and said with a solemn face: "Finding the scattered souls is not a simple matter, you must prepare properly, there is only one chance, otherwise once you fail, those soul fragments will be damaged, and it will be difficult to collect them again!"